Xia Xiaoman remembers everything—the blood on the pavement, the shattered glass, the whispers of a debt too large to repay—everything except how her parents truly fell to their deaths. As an investigative journalist, she infiltrates the world of Li Moting, the ruthless heir to a financial empire, armed with nothing but a recorder and her perfect memory.  

"Three therapy sessions a week," he offers, fingers steepled, his voice colder than the rain outside the window. "In exchange for your silence."  

But what begins as a calculated game of revenge spirals into something far more dangerous. He scales a crumbling factory to save her from kidnappers, his hands bleeding, yet claims it’s merely "asset protection." She discovers ledgers in his study that implicate his family in her parents’ ruin—yet finds her childhood lullaby tucked in his desk drawer, the notes still intact after twenty years.  

On the night the truth comes crashing down, he kneels in the snow, pressing a pair of worn ballet flats into her hands. "Hate me if you must," he murmurs, "but let me remember you properly this time."  

And when she plays back the tapes—the ones she swore were evidence—all she hears is the unguarded hitch of his breath when she entered the room, the quiet, damning confession: *", Xia Xiaoman you were never part of the plan."*

The apartment walls were plastered with Li Chenzhou's schedules, red markings glaring like bloodstains. Lin Qiao traced one with her finger—**Next Tuesday, 15:00, routine inspection of the underground lab at the old estate.**  


"Know why I chose you?" Li Yunzheng retrieved a pocket watch from the safe, its lid concealing a microchip. **"MN-07's original data is here. It requires twin gene resonance to unlock."**  


Beneath the glass panel of the nightstand lay a yellowed newspaper clipping of Lin Qiao's college debate competition. The date read **November 2009**—eight years before their so-called "first meeting."  


"No." He suddenly seized her wrist and pressed it against his chest. **"It's remembered here."**  


A button popped loose, revealing a surgical scar over his left breast. Her fingertips brushed against an unnatural rhythm—the metallic edge of a pacemaker.  


**"At twenty, Li Chenzhou replaced my heart with a machine."** His smile twisted. **"All because I sneaked out to see your graduation ceremony."**  


Lightning split the sky outside, illuminating the open copy of *Wuthering Heights* on the desk. A corner was folded on page 134—Heathcliff's line: **"I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?"**  


Chapter 27 - The Revenge Plot: A Dangerous Alliance